Because I'm pretty sure the story of the Mississippi terrorist/conspiracy monger/Elvis impersonator has already been told, some derivative guilty pleasure from the late nineties. It may indeed be showing on Cinemax this very night.
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Last summer, during the six week stretch of constant 100+ temperatures and no rain, I saw a guitar buskar outside the Grand Theatre suddenly turn towards the sun and shout 'Fuck You God!' This inspired me more than watching 'The Shawshank Redemption', listening to 'Born to Run' and smoking an ounce of crystal meth all at the same time. This man was a great man. A Great Man.
Anyway there's snow falling in the middle of April now. :-[ Hopefully this means that the summer won't get too overheated again, anyway.
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